02 | anxiety

(n) an uneasy state of mind usually over the possibility of an anticipated misfortune or trouble

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                    I was immediately met by cold air and glass doors. Through the glass door, I could see a small white bed, a table with two chairs on opposite ends, a sink and other necessary stuff.

I looked at the small keypad on the glass door and typed in the password for the door. The glass door opened and I didn't step in. My eyes continuously searched around the room and that's when two hands emerged up all of a sudden from the bed that was directly opposite to me. My heart started beating fast at the sight of two tattoo covered pale hands.

I didn't realise he was lying on the bed. His body was leanly muscular and he was shirtless. He sat up on the bed slowly and he still hasn't noticed my presence. I remained as silent as the air around me and waited for him to notice me.

He stretched his pale neck and arms. His electric green hair was slightly messy. His eyes were closed all the while. After stretching a few more times, he opened his eyes and directly turned his neck around to face me.

My breath hitched at the unexpected move and I tried not to show it.

He continued staring at me and I didn't know where his eyes were looking specifically because all I could see were two black holes and I gulped.

He remained staring at me, watching and studying my actions. I finally had the guts to walk inside and I stepped into the cell, walking my way towards the table and I took out my clipboard and pen to place it on the table.

"Welcome to my lair." I heard a throaty voice right behind me, whispering in my ear and I almost jumped in sudden fear but I controlled myself.

He moved around to the front, his eyes narrowing at me intimidatingly and my breath came to a halt at the close proximity. He tried to touch my face, his hands reaching them and I moved away, slightly takened aback at what he was about to do.

What is he trying to do?

Anger filled me and I frowned at him.

He did the exact opposite.

He smiled. And it was evil. You could tell. It was a slow vile smile and it made you shrink.

"Please sit down on that chair Joker." I said firmly and glared at his cerulean cold eyes.

"So the animal shouts when provoked." He said, laughing, showing his metal teeth and he slowly got up from leaning against the table.

I immediately disliked him and this only fuelled my anger.

He was towering over me and I glared back, not backing down. He walked away and sat down on the chair opposite of me.

I sat down on mine and wrote down what he said on the clipboard and I looked up to see him leaning towards me. His face unreadable. His icy blue eyes were constantly staring at me and his head was always moving like as if it was dancing.

"I am Dr. Harleen Quinzel and I am your psychiatrist. You will only call me Dr. Quinzel and answer each and every question with honesty." I said sternly and he stared, not responding. After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth, a mischievious glint dancing in his eyes.

"My psychiatrist?" He asked. "That sounds good." He said before giving me a horrific smile that sent shivers down my spine. I adjusted myself in my seat and looked down at my clipboard.

His voice was throaty and I could tell that he smokes. Ms. Roberts was right at how he had a way with his words. He was very calculating and observant, I could tell. The words that left his mouth had a touch of erotic tone underlying it, with a deep voice, it fit him perfectly.

"We will go on with the questions now." I said, not looking up once even though I could feel his burning gaze on me all the time, watching my every move, trying to calculate me. I could tell he was trying to be intimidating and scary so that I would back away. But, I was sure that I am going to prove that bastard of Mr. Fox that I could do this.

"You have been put in Arkham for twenty-one times and you have committed 418 crimes in your life. Why?" I asked.

I also noticed that he had killed over 3000 people but I didn't mention about it to him. There were 500 types of crime and he had already committed 418 of them.

"I love doing new things." He said. "Life is too short to stay in the same routine till you die. Where is the fun in that Doctor? There are so many things a human can do and I am doing them. I am simply doing my task as a human being." He said and I felt myself going stunned at what he said.

What do you reply to that?

Suddenly, his mouth curved up into a smile and he laughed, maniacally, throwing his head back, his green hair flying wildly. His mouth was wide open, with silver teeth shining in the light.

You can tell a lot about a person's character by what they laugh at.

"You are right." I said. "But, by hurting people? By killing them? God did not create us to do that." I added, getting my point across and he raised his eyebrows, leaning forward, studying me once again.

"People learn more when they are in pain than in pleasure and I am simply doing them a favor." He replied and I blinked my eyes.

He is too clever.

I remained silent for awhile, trying to think of a response.

"Cat got ya tongue Doc?" He asked teasingly and his mouth widened to a smile and I glared at him.

"Tell me about yourself." He said and I frowned at what he said.

"What?"

"Are you ... deaf?" He asked and I glared at him again.

"If you want to make me spill my darkest, deepest juicy secrets, I need to trust you." He sang, his eyes narrowing.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"And If I say something about myself, will you say something about yourself that no one knows?" I asked, making him accept my proposition.

He smiled, showing his rows of silver teeth and something about his smile was intriguing and scary.

"Deal." He said.

Only he could say the word deal in a dark, erotic and sensual way in his deep and throaty voice.

"I actually can see without glasses. I wear them to make myself more presentable." I said.

It was the truth.

He raised his head and gave me a lopsided grin, leaning his head to one side.

"I- "

He started but was cut off when the bell indicating the session had ended rang and I bit my lip at the frustration.

"Don't do that." He said, his blue eyes staring at my lips. "It makes me want to touch them with my own."

I immediately stopped doing it and stood up, my nerves were all over the place and I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to ignore my racing heart.

"Tomorrow Dr." He said and I nodded weakly, pursing my lips before walking away and I could hear his shivering laugh as I walked out of the room.

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